I clung to miracles I have not seen   From ancient signatures I cannot read   Though I've repented I'm still tempted I admit   But it's not what bearing witness is      To full of fear and prophecy to see   The revelation right in front of me   So sick and tired of trying to make the pieces fit   cause it's not what bearing witness is      When the gap between   what I hoped would be   and what is makes me weep for my kids   I take a cleansing breath    and make a positive confession   But is that what bearing witness is?      Though it may alienate your family   and blur the lines of your identity   Let go of what you know    and honor what exists   Son, that's what bearing witness is   Daughter, that's what bearing witness is